A Love Unheard Of
Chapter 1: Unusual Friends
Micah woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring loudly, telling him it was time for school. He reached for the clock, found the table, and pressed the off button atop his alarm. He slumped back into his bed and stretched the tiredness out of his body.
Standing up, he went to his closet and grabbed clothes off the rack. The sun was already shining through his small window, casting shadows around the room. Micah scratched his head, making his dark brown hair mess up even more as he went into the bathroom.
As Micah got out of the shower, he looked into the old, stained mirror upon the bathroom wall. Two dark brown eyes that seemed empty stared back at him with the face of a 16 year old kid. His dark brown hair was short, but just above his eyebrows. His body was average on every standard, he wasn’t too athletic but not too weak. Micah almost never smiled, because he was never given a reason to smile.
He splashed water on his face, then threw on a dark green t-shirt and blue jeans. Seeming somewhat satisfied with how he looked, he went downstairs and grabbed his backpack off the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
He locked the door as he left the empty house, since his mom was working like always. He walked quickly in the brisk cold air of the November morning, relishing to be in the warmth of the school. He walked around another corner and Riverton High School came into view.
People clamored around the school yard talking to friends, showing off, or just hanging around. Micah kept his head down as he went inside of the school and to his locker. He finally found it, with its dents and bad red paint job. He quickly put in his combination, grabbed his books, and went to his first class of the day.
The light smell of cinnamon and baking dough enticed his senses as he walked into cooking class. He was the first one to class, besides a girl sitting in the back of the room. He realized that he had never seen her before.
She was looking over her school schedule, her reddish blond hair falling over her shoulder. Her radiant green eyes stared intently at her schedule. She had a small nose that complimented her perfect smile. She looked up, glanced at Micah for a second, and went back to studying her schedule like he wasn’t even there.
Micah moved to one of the many tables around the room, and took a seat waiting for the bell to ring. He couldn’t help but to glance back at the girl sitting alone. She was busy moving her pencil across a blank sheet of paper, making an image that he couldn’t see from here.
A shrill sound emitted from the loudspeakers in the ceiling, and he put his hands to his ears trying to block out the noise. He looked around the room and noticed that the girl didn’t do anything to block the noise, as if she couldn't hear it. After a moment, the noise stopped and Micah felt his ears ringing.
That was the first bell, so teens started meandering into the classroom, reluctant to be there. After several minutes, everyone was in the classroom and were finally sitting down. A bell sounded throughout the class and an elderly lady came out from behind one of the cabinets.
“I am Miss Weatherly,” she said in a grandma kind of voice. “Now, to make sure that you’re all here, I’m going to give you a seating chart.” Immediately, a groan spread across the class.
After another ten minutes everyone was seated in their new assigned seats, and Micah had been placed in the back next to the strange, yet beautiful silent girl. She only looked at him once, barely noticing that he was there.
Another shrill sound came over the loudspeakers, and Micah put his hands to his ears to block it out. Again, the girl didn’t seem to notice it as she measured out equivalents on her paper. He tapped her shoulder, and she looked at him questioningly.
“The bell rang,” I said to her. She studied my face intently as I spoke to her, and nodded her head. She quickly picked her things up and was out the door before anyone else. He wondered silently to himself why she had left so quickly.
He gathered up his things, and went out the door into the mass of chaos. As Micah was walking down the hallway, he saw a group of kids surrounding the girl from cooking. They converged around her, and started pushing her and calling her awful names.
Without thinking, Micah rushed into the crowd and started pushing people away from her. As soon as there was an opening the girl ran away with tears streaming down her face. He made to go after her, but the kids that were picking on her blocked his way. He closed his eyes as a fist came towards his face.
The bell finally rang, and Micah walked to this locker holding an ice pack to his left eye. The kid who had punched him had completely swollen his eye shut, and turned it black. When he opened his locker, a note fell out of it.
He bent down and picked it up, looking at the fancy writing on the outside. It read:
To: Micah
From: The Girl You Helped
Carefully, he opened the note taking in the words written upon the inside.
Dear Micah,
Thank you so much for helping me earlier today with those bullies. You’re the only person that has ever come to my defense. I was hoping that we would become friends if you wished. See you tomorrow?
From,
Valerie
Micah read over the note another time, taking in what Valerie had wrote. He had never really had a girl that wanted to be friends with him since he wasn’t one of the “popular” guys.
She was in his cooking class but she had never spoke to anyone. Micah pressed the ice pack to his eye a little harder, relishing the numbness it gave his eye. He decided that he would accept her friend request.
End of Chapter 1.
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